₪ Gravity God ₪ Oort ₪

^{( conceptual moodboard )}

Posessing a doll like body with a red fez. Oort plays his opponents like toys. His simple essence, his simple presence brings about pure chaos. Chaos to his liking. Colors run astray, the forces of nature bends to his will. Light. Light skewered aloft the blinding miasma of chaotic colors he pulls out from everywhere. The background, the sky, everything instantly becomes a work of surrealism. Your options become limited as your limbs jagger in the control and wrest of gravity. He plays his prey like little toys. In his presence, the directions swirl change, interlock, invert, dissapear. Up is down, down is left...The world just bends to his will as he needlessly plucks dragons out of Lilith. One by one. soul by soul. He would play with his prey. Sending them up in the air...only to use his heavy gravitas to crush them upon the roof of ceilings, crumbs of the ground. Though the doll with a fez sits in place upon its strange standing rock. His angels of animals; Introduce miasmas of colors...brings cacaphony in their wake. Shatters light at their will. The doll is way too familiar to Vovi. And for many reasons so. It is best if he never saw it. 

^{(I blame Kassileas for making me love moodboard >o>[I'm still new at this])}